the new year has begun without the sun
landscape of grey, choice hue for the day
but winter often lacks sun; outnumbering clouds have won
so, while we wait for golden rays, inward we search to find our way
thinking of future days and days past, all those memories held fast
with hope for peace in days to come; inner and outer wars, forever done
It had to be done
although not one heart was won
it had to be done
The choice was all mine
but it will be yours in time
the choice was all mine
True colors were shown
dark hues completely your own
true colors were shown
So, now, there’s the wait
though the hour may be late
patiently, I’ll wait
Fly, fly, fly, but wait
’til the whisper on the wind
calls you from the lee
Heartspell 